Showing posts with label Ventnor Historical Society. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ventnor Historical Society. Show all posts

Saturday, July 28, 2007

After a phone chat with Betty, ran over to Boscov's to get a toilet seat cover to match the three new bathroom rugs I bought elsewhere. All are black, believe it or not, but should look tre chic in the master bath. I stopped in the children's department and couldn't resist two little "onesies" for baby Tristan, soon to be born. One is pale blue and says "Drool is Cool" and the other is--incredibly--black and says "Handsome Devil" in firey letters.
After getting home, virtuous little wifie that I am, I ironed Pat's shirt and some of my tops. We're taking Dennis and Leslie to dinner tonight and I guess should be reasonably presentable.
As Pat was in the hall preparing to leave for the bay and I was in the kitchen, a large dark creature startled us by scooting across the room. It was a mouse--ugh! It went in the laundry room from whence, I fervently hope, it eventually escaped to the outside. That's what we get for practically living in the woods.
Last night, I attended the annual meeting of the Ventnor Historical Society, of which I'm a member. There weren't a lot of people there--about 30, I guess--but I spoke to George Wimberg and Monica Degnan, a friend of my brother, Jim's. Two women who introduced themselves as Gloria Brown and Jeanette Adams came up to remind me we used to play together. I pretended I did, but have absolutely no memory of either of them; Betty probably does.
I did, however, instantly recognize somebody I haven't seen for roughly 60 years: Madelaine (I think that's misspelled) Dougherty and her brother, Joe. We chatted for a bit and I found she lives in the same house she did when we went to St. James. I know she's a few years older; am not sure if she graduated with brother Frank or went to A.C.H.S. Joe may have been a cop in Ventnor--I think one of her brothers had been.
The speaker was pretty good, but he came from Pitney Village and went to Atlantic High and much of his talk featured A.C. and A.C.H.S., rather than Ventnor. I was sorry to have missed a call from Patrick on the cell, but it came in the middle of the guy's talk and I was sitting directly in front of him.
Didn't get home until after 9:00 or to bed until almost 11:00. I had seen Susan and told her I might not be up in time for our walk, and I wasn't! I actually didn't get up until 7:15!

TUESDAY

The Assess Van got me to Ellen's a little before noon. After hanging out for a while, we left for Santa Barbara and the Boat House resta...